Passionate Nights: The Mistress Assignment / Mistress of Convenience / Mistress to Her Husband
cousin,’ she added, and then stopped as Eve suddenly went bright red.
‘I … I saw him—Harry—the other day when I was walking along the river,’ Eve blurted out. ‘I … I don’t know if he mentioned it, but …’
‘No. No, he didn’t,’ Kelly told her, before adding gently, ‘But then, there’s really no reason why he should …’
‘No. No, of course not,’ Eve told her quickly. ‘I just meant … Well, I just thought …’
‘We really ought to leave,’ Brough informed Kelly, frowning slightly as he glanced at his watch. ‘The motorway is bound to be busy.’
‘I think it’s wonderful what you’re doing,’ Eve told Kelly admiringly. ‘I’d love to have that kind of talent,’ she added wistfully.
‘It’s more of a learned skill than a natural talent,’ Kelly told her wryly. ‘I was just lucky enough to be in the right place to learn it at the right time, and besides, I haven’t actually done anything yet.’
‘No, but Brough says …’ Eve stopped and glanced anxiously at her brother.
What had Brough said? Kelly wondered curiously ten minutes later as he opened the passenger door of his car for her and helped her inside.
She could always ask him, of course. Perhaps later on she would.
The Potteries where the factory was based wasn’t too far up the motorway, but Kelly was still feeling extremely apprehensive about the journey. What if Brough used it as an opportunity to take her to task about her relationship with Julian? If he did, then she would just have to remind him—again—that it was none of his business, she told herself firmly as she leaned back in her seat and very deliberately closed her eyes, hoping that he would correctly interpret this as a sign that she didn’t wish to talk.
Unfortunately, though, the subtleties of her body language appeared to be lost on him because almost immediately he asked her, ‘Tired? I’m sorry we had to have such an early start. We should be able to stop for a short break and a cup of coffee before too long, though.’
He made it sound as though he was taking his ancient maiden aunt out for a Sunday drive, Kelly decided wrathfully, immediately sitting bolt upright in her seat and denying fiercely, ‘No, I am not tired, and neither am I unable to travel a distance of less than a couple of hundred miles without the necessity of a comfort stop.’
She used the American phrase very deliberately and pointedly, underlining her comment by adding, ‘I’m twenty-four, not seventy-four …’
‘I, on the other hand, am thirty-four,’ he told her gently, ‘and I prefer to take life at a reasonably relaxed pace.’
Kelly gave him a surprised look. This was not the sort of comment she expected to hear from a man who had built up a business as successful as Brough’s was.
‘My parents died in their late thirties,’ he told her tersely. ‘They were killed in a plane crash. My father had been trying to get to Switzerland for an urgent business meeting and, being unable to get a scheduled flight in time, he’d hired a private plane. They got caught in a bad storm—and that was that.
‘Afterwards, I made a vow to myself, a promise that I’d never forget that there was far more to life than meetings, deadlines, and making money. I was nineteen when they were killed, just an adult. Eve was six.’
Only nineteen. Kelly swallowed hard on the large knot of compassion which had lodged in her throat.
‘What about you? Do you have any family?’ he asked her.
‘A brother who lives in South Africa with his wife and their three children. My father took early retirement and my parents normally spend the winter months in South Africa with Jamie and his family and summer at home in Scotland.’
‘You’re not from Rye-on-Averton? What brought you there?’
‘Beth, my partner. Her godmother lives in the town and she suggested to Beth that there was an excellent business opportunity for us there. She was quite right. The shop is beginning to pick up well, and I’ve had several commissions, but, best of all, the way we divide things between us leaves me enough time to work on my own designs and to accept freelance stuff as well.’
‘All in all, a good partnership.’
‘Yes, it is,’ Kelly agreed tersely. She didn’t want Brough to start asking her too many questions about Beth. She had no idea whether or not he knew that Julian had been on the point of getting engaged to Beth when Eve had come into his life, and she could well imagine just what kind of assumptions Brough would make.
Unnervingly, though, he seemed to follow the direction of her thoughts because he suddenly said, ‘You’ve said that Cox is an old friend of yours, but I get the impression from what you’ve just told me that your business hasn’t been established very long.’
‘Our accountant told us when we first started that it took three years to establish whether or not a business was going to succeed,’ Kelly responded cagily.
She hated having to behave like this, she admitted. According to her family, one of her faults was that she was, at times, almost painfully honest. Prevarication of any kind was anathema to her. So why on earth had she ever allowed Dee to persuade her to adopt a role which even one minute’s reflection would have told her was going to be so alien to her that it would be almost impossible to sustain? Because Dee had caught her at a weak and emotional moment, that was why.
Dee, as Kelly was fast coming to appreciate, possessed the dual gift of a very shrewd insight into people’s weak points plus an ability to turn them to her own advantage. Not that she could help liking the other woman. She was, intrinsically, a very nice person. Kelly was well aware of the fact that the rent they were being charged was far less than the going amount Dee could have asked for for such a prime site, and then there had been all those little extras she had thrown in. Her concern for them had been almost sisterly and protective in many ways, and Kelly knew that they would never have made the progress they had made without Dee’s help, both overt and covert. She had lost count, for instance, of the number of people who had come into the shop commenting that Dee had recommended it to them.
But that still didn’t absolve her from the fact that she had deliberately used a moment of weakness to persuade Kelly into a deceit which was becoming, hourly, more stressful to maintain.
Desperate to change the subject, she asked Brough, ‘Do you manage to see much of your grandmother?’
‘Not as much as I’d like,’ Brough admitted. ‘Either Eve or I try to get down to see her at least once a month. As it happens, we’re going down the weekend after next; if you’d care to come with us you’d be more than welcome. In fact, it might actually be a good idea; that way you could see the teaset in situ, so to speak.’
Go with them … on a family visit … to see his grandmother?
Kelly opened her mouth and then closed it again.
‘Oh, I couldn’t,’ she protested finally. ‘There’s …’
‘The shop; I know,’ Brough responded for her.
Had she imagined it or had that really been a note of almost cynical irony in his voice as he shot her a brief sideways glance?
It was impossible … Anna would always stand in for you … Hurriedly she closed her mind to the tempting little voice that was reminding her that Anna had made a point of telling her that she was more than willing to take charge of the shop during Beth’s absence should Kelly want some time off.
And Brough was right in saying that it would be helpful for her to see the whole of the teaset—when she would already have had the benefit of the archivist’s records.
No. No. It was completely impossible, and besides, Brough was quite obviously relieved that she hadn’t accepted his invitation, because he had made no attempt